25.2.03
Michael's funeral will be Thursday at 4. I can't really describe how I feel right now; most of the emotion went into my diary already. I cry every day about him, mainly because I was so close to him last Friday. If only I had gone inside. I could've seen him one more time. That's my biggest regret; I haven't seen him since early October. I just want to see him again and give him a hug. I am glad that Lauren and I gave him such a great Valentine's Day present, though. I wish I could have gotten his opinion on the CDs.

I found out that he was truly dying exactly one month before he left, January 23. The Sunday before that, when I was tuning my guitar, one of the strings broke. That was the same day Michael's health dropped dramatically, and Mrs. Miles had to call in Hospice. A few days later I wrote a song about Michael. I want to post it here.

Letters After the Clock Broke

Dear angel, I have
A question I have to ask of you
But please do not laugh
I know it's kind of obvious
Because I know you

But is it hard to look down
And see all you once knew
And never come back
But don't you cry; we're alright
We'll all come to see you
Sooner or later
We may never know

Oh, angel I can
Almost see you up in the clouds
Watching over us
And I know you will always be there
When I need you

It must be hard to look down
And see all you once knew
And never come back
But don't you cry; we're alright
We'll all come to see you
Sooner or later
We may never know
We may never know

(Interlude)

It must be hard to look down
And see all you once knew
And never come back
But don't you cry; we're alright
We'll all come to see you
Sooner or later

But don't you cry; we're alright
We'll all come to see you
Sooner or later
We may never know
We may never know


I love Michael so much; I hope he can hear me when I play songs for him.
Unknown at 7:00 PM


  ¢ prénom:  Catherine
  ¢ âge:  Twenty-One
  ¢ berceau:  Raleigh, NC
  ¢ en ce moment:  Georgia
  ¢ poste:  crudesunlight {at} gmail {dot} com
  ¢ préféré:  Knitting, singing, playing guitar,
     writing music, collecting vinyls


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Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

~Arthur H 

 
 Music
  ¢ Arthur H
  ¢ Blackfield
  ¢ Camille
  ¢ The Dissociatives
  ¢ Eisbrecher
  ¢ -M-
  ¢ Megaherz
  ¢ Nine Inch Nails
  ¢ Oomph!
  ¢ Porcupine Tree
  ¢ Silverchair
  ¢ Steven Wilson HQ
  ¢ Tweaker

 Other Links
  ¢ Craftster
  ¢ EML Studio
  ¢ Feministe
  ¢ Girls Read Comics
  ¢ Marnie Maclean
  ¢ Pandemian
  ¢ PostSecret
  ¢ Rainbow Parcel
  ¢ Stumptuous
  ¢ Tom and Lorenzo
  ¢ TWoP
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  ¢ Yarn Harlot
  ¢ You Knit What Part 2


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